Chorus : The lark in the morning she rises off her nest, she goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly plough boy she whistles and she sings, she goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings

Oh, Roger the plough boy he is a dashing blade, he goes whistling and singing downin the shady glade
He met with dark eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare, and far more exciting than the birds in the air

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One evening coming home from the rakes of the town, the meadows all been mown and the grass was all cut down
As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay, oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie lass did say

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Here's a health to you plough boys wherever you may be, that likes to have a bonnie lass a danglin’ on his knee
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing, for being a plough boy is as happy as a king

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